A, once very beautiful, beach sacrificed to hedonism and debauchery. Spent the week there dedicated to drinking, which culminated in the outright outrageousness of the famous Full Moon Party, which, coincidently, happened to fall on Bevan's birthday. Our buckets overflowing, we entered the madness. There was any type of music you like blaring from any number of small places to do much of the same as you did the night before, except tonight you are annointed with UV paint and the moon is full and there are thousands upon thousands of other people in the same frame of mind as you are. The result is quite overwhelming, and I was overwhelmed early. Note to self: must learn the lesson known as 'pacing oneself'!
It was fun, but as the saying goes, "Too much haha, pretty soon boohoo", and 'boohoo' I was. Very soon. Two days after Full Moon, three days of swollen glands, aching muscles, nightmarish delusions brought on by fever and a throat full of razor blades. Thank goodness for Augmentin - one times antibiotics course and we're off to Chiang Mai, the longest journey of my life... Taxi to the ferry, ferry to the mainland, bus to the bus-station, 8hrs on the bus to the train-station in Bangkok, arrive at 3am, wait until 8am. Catch a train (the first of my life) to Chiang Mai, but be prepared for a 12hr journey. 32hrs later and there we were. And here we are.
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